Interstate Entrance Ramps

I am terrified of interstate entrance ramps.
*moment of silence as I wait for all my blog readers to pick themselves up off the floor where they most likely collapsed in laughter*
No seriously. I am terrified of them. Terrified that Mr. Tractor Trailer is a little too close for comfort, or that that blue Honda Accord is not going to let us over.
I think of interstate entrance ramps a lot like life. You're in a small city to begin with, and then you hit the entrance ramp. The interstate is the big thing. The next big jump or leap in your life. The small city is where you came from, and the entrance ramp is the getting there.
And, a lot like entrance ramps, the transition from one thing to another scares me a lot of times. I don't like having to take leaps and rush headlong into things. I'm a very indecisive person, and indecision leads to procrastination. The problem is, you can only procrastinate getting off the entrance ramp for so long before you end up in a tree.
Just like in life. If you don't make a decision, and don't make a decision  and don't make a decision .. then you're probably gonna end up stuck in a tree. (figuratively speaking. If you actually end up in a tree because of something that happened because of your procrastination, please send me a picture.)
And just like life, sometimes things go wrong and that yellow BMW decides to swerve into your lane and leave you in a ditch. Sometimes getting on that interstate of your life isn't the right time and you end up in a bigger hole than you were to begin with.
But, you can always get out of the ditch and try again (talking about life's experiences. If you end up in a ditch on the interstate, there may not be any getting out of the ditch. Just saying.).
It's okay to be fearful of life's experiences. But not so afraid that you give up. You can see so much more of the world if you hop on the interstate.